Poems That Came From a Beanstalk

Let the Dark Drown

The blissful separation

Is born again

For a moment, we've stopped being like they wanted us to

So easy:

Stop forgetting what we were made for

What our life is

But things have to be hard:

To be okay

Make the right choice

it's only hard right before you do it--

and then, 

ease.

Next comes the gradual separation. The floating separation.

The sweet separation that 

Kept us from feeling too ordinary before

Kept us from feeling lonely when we were alone

It's here to visit

Perhaps we will let it stay this time around

We pray to let it stay

We couldn't bear to die again

Not again. We are too strong for that, not too weak. 

We are, however,

Afraid.

We're not like them

And the Dark still sits

But it does not stand

Because the light is coming back

slow and gentle

So it doesn't hurt like it should-- she will not give us what we deserve

She never has

The light?

She is home.

She sneaks in through the window 

Only to brush our hair out of our eyes

Because she wouldn't want to startle us

But we are only half asleep,

too afraid to wake up fully

Too afraid we'll make her disappear

And encourage the dark to stand up again

What an accident it has been, to let the dark run wild

An accident, like the slipping and shattering of a porcelain heart

We hate to get our hopes up

So we let the light take us slow

No rush

Because she'll have the full us one day

There will be no dark to speak of

There will only be our eyes

And our hair

and the light to separate the two